Busta Rhymes, Nas - Rough Around The Edges lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Busta Rhymes, Nas - Rough Around The Edges lyrics]
Rough around the edges
And the edges stick way out
God I know I've done got away with a lot
I've been keeping account
Figured I'd holla at you for my blessings
Before I kneel down and a choir would sing
A sprinkle holy water on me
Please I need your help with some things
It's mostly complicated lord
I got me sick in the head
I conversate with people who died like
I speak with the dead
Laying down with chicks with no feelings
It's like I sleep with the dead
I fed a lot of people poison
Now I eat with the dead
Forgive me for the nega-tive
Things I do and things that I said in order
Take it for granted that my
Words are being recorded cheat, lie, deceit
Sold drugs and fucked my mistress
Forgive me for the company I
Kept and murders I witnessed
Thus I never stole a switch and
Always stayed of my grind
The older folks would try and talk to
Me and I pay 'em no mind the old timers
They used to say the devil
Is coming to get you stay on that path
Better hope that god is walking it with you
I hope you listening and
Your hearing my clear
I strive to never say your name in vain
Or ever beg for mercy in fear
Every money option minimal for feeding my fam
Just tryna secure the food
Minus the blood on my hands
A couple youngin' follow what we do
The shit is astounding
You can see the wicked in they eye
And know the devils' around them
Until it's time, I wait for your arrival
Stick with survival and continue to
Walk with your blessings
My gun, and my Bible
Hope you forgive me lord
Rough around the edges
And the edges stick way out
Mossberg on me, up early
Now what's the verdict?
Perspiring, paranoid, peak from curtains
Hearing voices
Church lady gave me holy water
Plus some stuff to smear ointments
All over the skin, I hear it over again
Voices blow in the wind
Telling me foes is coming for revenge
Giving me choices
There that voice goes again
No applause, no air time
No need for the floss or "I don't care" rhyme
No studio session needed to air mines
Here lies a dude who did it
I'm a fool at the pulpit my jewelry dripping
My uzi slipping i interrupt his eulogy
Excuse me y'all -sipping
Something to soothe me
Talk about my dude, I miss him
Father's a pimp, his mom a Christian
Laying there shivering, what's his religion?
The choir's a liar
Songs they singing are repulsive
Preacher man tell it how it was, it went
Rough around the edges
And the edges stick way out
And the edges stick way out
God I know I've done got away with a lot
I've been keeping account
Figured I'd holla at you for my blessings
Before I kneel down and a choir would sing
A sprinkle holy water on me
Please I need your help with some things
It's mostly complicated lord
I got me sick in the head
I conversate with people who died like
I speak with the dead
Laying down with chicks with no feelings
It's like I sleep with the dead
I fed a lot of people poison
Now I eat with the dead
Forgive me for the nega-tive
Things I do and things that I said in order
Take it for granted that my
Words are being recorded cheat, lie, deceit
Sold drugs and fucked my mistress
Forgive me for the company I
Kept and murders I witnessed
Thus I never stole a switch and
Always stayed of my grind
The older folks would try and talk to
Me and I pay 'em no mind the old timers
They used to say the devil
Is coming to get you stay on that path
Better hope that god is walking it with you
I hope you listening and
Your hearing my clear
I strive to never say your name in vain
Or ever beg for mercy in fear
Every money option minimal for feeding my fam
Just tryna secure the food
Minus the blood on my hands
A couple youngin' follow what we do
The shit is astounding
You can see the wicked in they eye
And know the devils' around them
Until it's time, I wait for your arrival
Stick with survival and continue to
Walk with your blessings
My gun, and my Bible
Hope you forgive me lord
Rough around the edges
And the edges stick way out
Mossberg on me, up early
Now what's the verdict?
Perspiring, paranoid, peak from curtains
Hearing voices
Church lady gave me holy water
Plus some stuff to smear ointments
All over the skin, I hear it over again
Voices blow in the wind
Telling me foes is coming for revenge
Giving me choices
There that voice goes again
No applause, no air time
No need for the floss or "I don't care" rhyme
No studio session needed to air mines
Here lies a dude who did it
I'm a fool at the pulpit my jewelry dripping
My uzi slipping i interrupt his eulogy
Excuse me y'all -sipping
Something to soothe me
Talk about my dude, I miss him
Father's a pimp, his mom a Christian
Laying there shivering, what's his religion?
The choir's a liar
Songs they singing are repulsive
Preacher man tell it how it was, it went
Rough around the edges
And the edges stick way out